A Life Torn Asunder

The First Snowfall

After a summer filled with memories, Masha and Lucifer were on their flight back to Tokyo from Okinawa. The plane hummed softly as they gazed out at the ocean below, its endless waves reflecting the warm glow of the sun. Masha leaned back in her seat, brushing her chestnut hair away from her face. "That was the best summer ever. Don't you think, Luci?" she asked, glancing at her companion.

Lucifer, with his long white hair neatly braided over one shoulder, turned his striking blue eyes toward her and smiled. "It really was. I'm going to miss the beaches and all that fresh seafood." His voice was soft, almost melodic, matching the serene expression on his baby-like face.

"The seafood was amazing! And don't forget our snorkeling adventure. I still can't believe you managed to dive so deep," Masha teased.

Lucifer chuckled, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. "You were the one who pointed out the clownfish. I just followed your lead."

Their laughter blended with the chatter of other passengers as the plane began its descent. Soon, the familiar skyline of Tokyo came into view.

Once home, they set down their suitcases in the cozy apartment they shared. The living room was filled with warm, earthy tones, a mix of modern furniture and personal touches like photo frames and small potted plants. The scent of lavender lingered in the air, a signature of Masha's favorite essential oil.

"Let's unpack first," Masha suggested, stretching her arms. "We'll have more room to breathe once these bags are out of the way."

Lucifer nodded, already unzipping his suitcase. They worked side by side, chatting about their favorite parts of the trip as they folded clothes and sorted souvenirs. Masha held up a small seashell she had collected. "Look at this one! It's shaped like a heart."

"That's perfect for you," Lucifer said with a grin. "You're always finding little treasures."

As they finished unpacking, Masha clapped her hands together. "Okay, time to relax! Hey, Luci, want to take a bath together?" she asked with a playful wink.

Lucifer blinked, his cheeks turning a rosy pink. "Uh, sure, why not? It'll save time," he replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

They headed to the bathroom, a spacious area with white tiles and a large tub. Steam filled the room as Masha turned on the hot water. She hummed a tune while adding a few drops of lavender bath oil.

Lucifer undressed quickly, slipping into the tub and letting out a content sigh as the warm water enveloped him. Masha joined him moments later, her chestnut hair tied up to keep it dry. They sat comfortably, the water lapping gently around them.

"This feels amazing," Masha said, leaning back. "We should do this more often."

Lucifer nodded, his eyes half-closed. "It's relaxing. I didn't realize how tired I was."

After their bath, they changed into comfortable clothes and prepared a simple dinner of miso soup, grilled fish, and rice. The aroma filled the apartment, making their mouths water.

"I'm starving," Masha declared as she set the table.

"You always are," Lucifer teased, earning a playful nudge from her. They ate with gusto, sharing stories and laughter.

That night, as they lay in bed, Lucifer's head resting against Masha's chest, the soft rhythm of her heartbeat lulled him to sleep. She stroked his hair gently, a comforting gesture that had become second nature.

September rolled by in a blur of classes and homework. The arrival of October brought a flurry of activity with the school's annual sports day. On the big day, the field buzzed with excitement as students gathered for the events. Masha cheered loudly from the sidelines as Lucifer prepared for the 100-meter dash.

"Go, Luci! You've got this!" she yelled, waving a small flag.

Lucifer stood at the starting line, his long white hair tied back in a ponytail. The whistle blew, and he sprinted forward, his lean figure cutting through the air with grace and speed. He crossed the finish line first, earning cheers and applause from the crowd.

Masha ran up to him, her face glowing with pride. "You were amazing!" she exclaimed, handing him a towel.

"Thanks," Lucifer said, slightly out of breath. "I couldn't have done it without your support."

November brought the much-anticipated cultural day and school festival. Their class decided on a fairy tale theme, and the girls unanimously voted for Lucifer to dress as Red Riding Hood. Despite his initial hesitation, he agreed.

When he stepped into the classroom wearing the outfit, complete with a red hooded cloak and a basket, the girls erupted into squeals of delight.

"You're so cute, Luci!" Masha exclaimed, her cheeks hurting from smiling so much.

Lucifer tugged at the hem of the cloak, his face as red as the fabric. "I feel ridiculous," he muttered, though a small smile played on his lips.

"Nonsense! You're perfect," one of their classmates said, snapping pictures. The day ended with laughter and fond memories.

As December arrived, the city transformed into a winter wonderland. One chilly evening, Masha and Lucifer huddled under a shared blanket on the couch, watching the first snowflakes drift lazily past the window.

"It's so peaceful," Masha whispered, her breath forming a small cloud.

Lucifer nodded, his blue eyes reflecting the soft glow of the streetlights. "It's like the world's been covered in a quiet spell."

Masha reached out, patting her lap. "Come here. Lay your head down."

Lucifer hesitated for a moment before complying. Her lap was warm, and her gentle fingers combed through his hair, easing away the tension of the day.

"You're like a cat," Masha teased. "All snug and sleepy."

Lucifer's lips curved into a faint smile. "Only because you make it so comfortable." His voice grew softer, and soon, his breathing evened out as he drifted into sleep.

Masha gazed down at him, her heart swelling with affection. "Goodnight, Luci," she murmured, pulling the blanket up to keep them both warm as snow continued to fall outside.